#LB is gonna step TF up

[flamin0pal]

hi I just saw ur notes on my post I would literally cry real rainbow tears if u drew fan art of sabotage mwah - @zodoods

Hello!!!

I saw this right when you sent it, and i made a little comic buttt

Never got around to finish it which is why i took forever- BUT i got the story across i hope hahaha

We know whats true endgame but i really wanted to give CN some love by other citizens, esp now that they know he’s on the prowl they’ll shoot their shot and show some appreciation wether it leads to something or not

CN is also like super happy to actually have been approached and is now like, whatt tf do i do with all these roses blush blu7sh tehehe

Ik when LB hears about this she will be ecstatic for him but will be tweaking out

Love your OG comic @zodoods :))

[badgirlhungry]

December Diary ⛄️🧦🍁🎄🎅🏼🎁🎉🎂🎈🍾🎆❄️

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My goal is to add to this everyday of December to help keep me accountable to my goal.

My boyfriend’s family always does a huge New Year’s party and last year I didn’t go because I was embarrassed of how fäț I was.

This year I want to show tf up and amaze everyone w how good I look.

My birthday is this Saturday (24🥳) so I want to get to 155lb by then, and then I have the rest of the month to lock in and hopefully get to a MAINTAINABLE 150. I’ve never gone below 155 (yes I know that’s embarrassing).

I always make progress and then mess it all up when I get emotional because of my bipolar disorder. My sugar cravings get so so so bad and then I give in because I get depressed and miss my boyfriend.

But I want this month to be different. I’m holding myself accountable. I want to amaze everyone. If I look super good I might go get a piercing or tattoo or dye my hair so that I can post on IG and woo everyone lol. So self-centered!

So anyways, here we go,

Sunday 12/1/24: walked 4.5 miles today while on 24 hour fast! Lifted at the gym for an hour. Then came home to eat around 5pm.

Had an Oikos Triple Zero 15g protein greek yogurt (90kcal) mixed berry flavor. So delicious.

Added 2 tablespoons of flax/chia seeds (70kcal)

Then, I snacked on half of a 16oz bag of baby carrots (90kcal). Dipped some of them in dijon mustard before I read the label (so stupid—I threw the bottle away immediately after) (100kcal😞).

total intake: 350kcal || calories burned: 300

not bad. weight after my walk: 164.4

let’s hope tomorrow I go #2 lol. But I am planning to see a movie w my boyfriend… so hopefully we don’t get any food 😳😳

Monday 12/2/24: just woke up, went #2!!! lol weighed myself before drinking water and now I’m 162.8!! Yay not bad!!! 5 days to lose 7 lbs I think I can do it…? Will update later

update 12/2/24: well my bf got hïğh and slept all day, so we didn’t end up going to the movies. we did other stuff instead ;-) but then he order mcdonald’s and i was so uncomfortable bc he wanted me to eat some. i refused but he stuck one (1) french fry in my mouth and made me take 1 (one) tiny bite of his sandwich (so gross). but other than that i fasted. not mad.

when i got back, I went on the treadmill and did 4 miles in 68 mins (ik im slow). I also lifted earlier. so I just weighed myself rn and im 161.0!!!! almost back to my pre-thanksgiving weight!! very happy w this number but really hoping for more by the end of the week. kinda worried of how drastic im taking it (even tho ik to some this ain’t sħïť lol). butttt hopefully no bad consequences. now im gonan drink some tea and sleep 8 hours :-) excited for tmrw it’s a big day. im turning in my grad school app! yay <3 burned 400 cals and today i bought a vâpè (don’t tell me bf lol)

12/3/24: GRAD SCHOOL APP SUBMITTED!!!! HUGE DAY!!!! Berkeley Fall 2025 here I comeeee!!!!!! lol but because I was grinding out my application today I did not have time for any movement. Didn’t get any steps today :(

But, I’m not too mad. I didn’t eat today again so we’ll see if I lost any weight in the morning. I doubt it but it’s fine because today was a needed work day. All the stress lifted off my shoulders! Thankful to be alive and healthy rn. Let’s make tmrw a good day 💕

12/4/24: just woke up and weighed myself and omg! 158.8!! 3.8 more pounds to go in 3 days!! I think I can do it ! I haven’t ate since Sunday! Hopefully i’ll spend some serious time at the gym and doing cardio today. Gonna try to drink a lot of water today bc yesterday I didn’t. But, I have bad news. I have a doctor appt today for a check up and Im nervous. I don’t know if they’re gonna notice the disorder or if I’m gonna slip up and accidentally hint at it. We’ll see. I’ll update soon.

doctor appt was fine. scale at dr office said 159 (clothes on duh). blood pressure was good. came home and ate 6 egg whites: 6g protein each equals 36g. 30 kcal each equals 180 cal. omad done. 72 hour fast complete. honestly i got full off of the first one and it hurt my tummy, but it’s okay bc i feel like it was healthy. whatever. tmrw my prof said they are bringing snacks to class so im gonna try really hard to be mindful of what i eat. hoping to stay disciplined. happy w my progress so far. only walked 2 miles today tho that’s lame :/

12/5/24: holy crap I had such bad anxiety going to school today after 3 weeks off. But I went and for both my classes my professor brought cuties. So I had two in my first class, and then two in my second class. I wasn’t sure if I could eat them but I googled the nutrition facts and they’re mainly water and high in potassium and vitamin C of course so I decided it was okay. 40 kcals each so 160 kcal total. I think that’s okay. Now I just got home and I’m kinda hungry so I decided I’m going to boil two eggs. 70 kcal each with 6.5 grams protein so about 17ish grams protein today and 300kcal total. not bad. Later I went to the gym and lifted and walked 3.5 miles on treadmill. Probably burned 150kcal.

12/6/24: Well, my bday is tmrw and the goal was to be 155. I weighed myself this morning and I’m still 158.6. That’s okay though I knew 155 was a lofty goal. Hopefully my boyfriend thinks I’m attractive. At least I still have until Dec 31 to get skinnier.

Anyways, rn I just had a Oikos triple zero yogurt strawberry flavor which is 90kcal 15g protein. Now I need to go workout and get some steps in. Check in later. Update I did only 1.5 miles lol

12/7/24:!!!! it’s my birthday!!!!!! my boyfriend came over last night and we had so much fun 🥰🥰 now we’re going out today and I’m gonna have crumbl cookie and my favorite italian restaurant !! im not gonna worry about the calories but i am gonna watch my portion. im gonna eat super slow and chew my food intentionally. im gonan take home most of it so i don’t eat a lot. then my boyfriend can eat it all later. so excited for this challenge. i wanna show myself i can be strong around food. also!! just weighed myself and…. drumroll… im 156.6!!!! the goal was 155 but im still really happy with that!!! i lost nearly 10 lbs this week so i think i did a great job!! im almost to my lowest weight. it’s okay that im gonna eat a lot today bc what’s the worst i can do? gain 3 lbs? im not mad!!! yayyyyyyy birthday!!! cheers to good health and more blessings 🥰🥰🥰

okay update for 12/7: i ate hellllla. i had starbs and crumbl cookie and fettuccine alfredo. but im NOT UPSET about it. it was an amazing birthday w the loml. not weighing myself until after my next fast.

12/8/24: so I had to babysit all day today and I always eat hella when I do bc the ppl I babysit for have sm good fresh organic healthy food. So yes, I binged, but it was all healthy food like grapes, strawberries, low sodium sausage, etc etc. not mad about how much I ate because it made me happy.

12/9/24: so today I went way overboard. I had a hot chocolate that a friend got me. then my boyfriend got me pancakes from ihop. I know I didn’t have to eat them but I did. so now I feel like a huge fatty. three days in a row of eating is crazy. but I’m starting my fast now and im not eating for the rest of the week. I will weigh myself tmew after my fast.

12/10/24: haven’t ate since yesterday at about 4pm so im already at the 24 hour mark. I still don’t want to weigh myself bc I haven’t gotten in any cardio. i’ve been doing finals all day. I’ll weigh tmrw bc im scared.

12/11/24: finally went to the gym today. still haven’t eaten so i passed the 48 hour fast mark. still haven’t done any cardio but that’s bc i wanted to use the extra food i ate to build muscle so i trained legs and booty hard. I weighed this morning after going pee and im ashamed but im 162. so I gained 5 lbs. that’s not horrible tho. ik i can lose it if i keep fasting. im going to weigh myself again tmrw morning and see if it changes which i think it will. im seeing my boyfriend again this weekend so i need to get back to 160 at the very least. even tho he doesn’t care but whatever. i love him. at least i feel strong rn. tmrw im gonna try to wake up early to go work out before class. wish me luck.

update 12/11: fuck i broke my fast after 54 hours :/ i ate 3/4 can of tuna (140 kcal) (28g protein) with some lite mayo (40kcal) and half a bag of baby carrots (80kcal). so ima round up to like 280kcal. not bad but damn i was doing so good.

12/12/24: in-class final today and i ate a lot. had 3 slices of pizza, and like a handful of cookies man. but that’s okay it was well deserved. but then I smoked after and doordashed ben n jerrys. fumbled. ate the whole pint. so def over 2thousand kcal today. pain. painnnn.

12/13/24: first day of work today. fasted. boyfriend coming over so i has to buy some groceries for him and me. got us healthy foods. we got high and i ate the other ben n jerrys pint. fuck. fucked up. def over 2thousand kcal again. fuck. least i had a good ass workout before he came over.

12/14/24: boyfriend and i went to the movies and got popcorn but it tasted like shit. we also got sonic drive thru bc i had a gift card and i ate more ice cream. then bc i was uncontrollable binge, i doordashed more ice cream and cake and chocolate once he left. i didn’t eat it all but i did eat a shit tone. prolly over 5thousand kcal fr. kms whatever.

12/15/24: i hate my life but whatever. fasted all day. i miss my boyfriend so bad i keep crying. wanted to dǐě today. wish he loved me more. then i finally got dressed and did my makeup to go to the gym only to find out my university gym is closed for 5 weeks until next semester. devastated. kms. so now i need to figure out what ima do without it bro. ihml. i just wish he loved me. time to starve another week away. work tmrw. man :( i’ll weigh myself maybe tmrw. we’ll see

12/16/24: didn’t eat at work. came home ate salmon fillet cooked in olive oil but. ate it w nori and an avocado. not even gonna measure that shit but it can’t be more than 1thousand kcal. i’m tired asf.

12/17/24: ate 3 pears at work and other random shit. not more than 1thou kcal. too tired to gaf. idk why i’m depressed.

12/18/24: alright today was a good day. finally fucking weighed myself. walked 2 miles at work, then got home and went for a mf 5 mile walk biiiiiiiiiťch. 16k steps. at work i ate like 3 chicken nuggets, 2 handfuls of cranberries. a few spoonfuls of mashed potatoes. prolly like 600kcal tbh. then i went straight to the gym and lifted heavy. then my walk and i weighed myself and i was 162 again which is good considering i was 167 again after my weekend binge. so i’m not mad. i can get back under 160 by the weekend as long as i don’t fuck up. still so far from my december goal tho :(

but then i got amazing news. my bf told me his mom asked me to come over for their new year’s party (i already assumed i was invited, but it still feels nice to hear her say it). so that DEFFFFF motivated me to lock in more bc ik she’s gonna wanna see if i’ve lost/gained weight. so now i’m super locked in. for dinner i ate 2 of the oikos triple zero with some raspberries and blackberries. so 250kcal we’ll say. but i’m just excited for tmrw bc it’s gonna be a busy ass day and i’m hoping that i burn hella calories. might snack thooooo. we’ll see. it’s okay bc i’m locked in. and ima try so hard to go to the gym after work. ily guys. pray for me to get to 155 for new years please omg.

[stripper-patrick]

Adorn👊🏽 Viktor Drago

Song: Adorn- Miguel

A/N: HOW TF DO I GET WORD COLORS LIKE YALL USE FOR PRIDE😤

Warnings: angst (reader and father), smut, fluff

Relationship: Viktor Drago x black plus sized reader

“What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve overcame” I ask

“Um facing my fears what about you?” Viktor looks at me. We’re both laying on my bed in a deep conversation. Something we do a lot.

“Accepting myself I never thought I was pretty and I just said well it costs too much to pay for how I really wanna look”

“Y/N” I look at him “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I see the way you look at yourself and your stretch marks but I need you to tell me your beautiful I really want you to feel it. Tell me”

“I’m beautiful” he smiles and goes back to looking up at my ceiling.

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asks

I hesitate for a moment “losing you”

“Why?”

“Because you keep me sane” I smile. He grabs his phone and checks the time “shit”

“What?” We both sit up

“I have a match tonight and I’m gonna be a little late my dads gonna kill me but it was worth it”

“Go head”

“Will you come?” He asks

I hesitate again. I don’t like seeing my best friend specifically being beat up.

“I understand if you don’t”

“I’ll think about it” he nods and stands up. I hug him and walk him out the door.

“Bye” he waves. I wave back and watch Viktor walk off.

I close the door and sigh. It’s a big night for him but he knows how much I hate seeing him hurt. It gives me anxiety.

I groan and go to my bathroom turning on the shower water.

...

I look in the mirror at my outfit. I fix my hair and walk out the door with my keys and purse in my hand.

I drive to the venue and get through security.

I walk to his dressing room remembering from the first and clearly not the last time I was here

I knock on the door and Ivan, his father opens it. His face hardens and he says something to Viktor in Russian. I roll my eyes and open the door all the way seeing Viktor suited up in shorts with some dark blue and a little bit of lavender but no gloves on.

“I’m so glad you came you look good” he smiles

“Thank you” I blush

“What is she doing here” Ivan says

“I’m here to support him” I’ve tolerated his shit long enough. He hates me and thinks I’m a distraction for Viktor

“He doesn’t need your support”

“And I don’t need to explain myself any further to you or YOU” I yell pointing at his father and mother.

Viktor yells in Russian and his parents leave the room leaving us alone.

“I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have came” I’m about to turn away but he grabs my hand.

“Please I need you Y/N please don’t leave me right now”

I can see he’s scared in his eyes.

“Ok” he hugs me and I smile.

“Ok listen go out there and make me proud you always do so it should be easy” I cup his face smooshing his lips together.

“Only if you promise to walk out with me” I nod letting go. I help him get his gloves on it was a struggle with my long nails.

“Ready?” He nods taking a deep breath.

We walk it and Ivan glares at me. I flip my hair and continue walking with him. His theme music hits and we walk out. The crowd is cheering him on and all the girls are glaring at me. I could care less.

“Go be great with your lavender” he laughs kissing my cheek. I sit in the front and his father sits next to me.

“You’ll never be good enough for my son he’s only using you for the ass you have” he whispers in my ear.

I nod staying quiet. The announcer screams the names in the microphone.

“In the right corner we have 6’4 245 lbs of steel Viktor Drago” Viktor waves towards everyone keeping his eyes on the opponent “and in the left corner we have 6’4 212lbs Javier Hernandez”

Everyone boos for him and he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. The announcer leaves and the referee explains the rules and stands to the side letting the boys square up.

...

Javier has the slight upper hand. I’ve been cheering along the way.

“Come on V” I cheer clapping. Just then he gets side swiped and knocked to the ground. I cover my mouth losing my breath for a split second.

“Viktor get up” I scream. He’s still out and the referee is already at 3. I go up to the gate and scream his name.

“Viktor get up come on” he opens his eyes and the ref is at 6. He jolts up and it was like a lightning bolt watching him get up. The ref stops the count and lets them go at it again. Viktor pops him with an uppercut and Javier stumbles a little”

“Come on V” he watches me and Ivan touches my arm.

“Don’t touch me” I warm pointing my finger at Ivan. His wife walks up and gets in my face.

“Shut up what are you gonna do” he asks stepping towards me.

“Don’t test me Ivan you got the wrong one and I don’t know why you have your little lap dog in front of you like either of you will do something”

The referee starts counting and I see Javier on the ground. It feels like a lifetime waiting for him to get to 10. Javier tries to pull himself up at 8 but by the time he gets to 10 it’s a TKO.

I scream smiling. They open the ring door for us and I hug him.

I kiss his plump lips and he looks at me hungrily. He kisses me again and his mother grabs my hair. I start seeing red and wild out swinging on her in every direction.

Strong arms grab my waist pulling me off and I get out of his grip going back at her. I’m pulled off again and when I realize who grabs me I see it’s Ivan yelling at me in Russian.

He’s really in my face like nose to nose. I slap him hard across the face. Security grabs me taking me out the ring as I struggle to get out of their grip.

I’m pulled into the lobby of the venue and they handcuff me.

“Let me go” I yell. Viktor runs out holding my purse and demands they let me go.

“Let her go she didn’t do anything”

“Sir are you sure-“

“Yes he’s sure” I yell

“Yes I am”

They release me and I look at Viktor who has a smile on his face.

“I was wondering when you were gonna pop off”

“I’m going home” I shake my head turning on my heels. He grabs my waist and kissing my neck.

“I’ll stop by ok?” I nod. Viktor leans down kissing me again this time the kiss lasting much longer.

“Viktor they want to interview you. Now” Ivan scowls at me and I roll my eyes sighing.

“I’ll talk to him” I nod and peck Viktor once more before leaving.

....

I’m sitting at home in an oversized t-shirt watching friends. I jolt when a pound goes off on the door.

I get up and look through the peephole seeing it’s Viktor. He’s fuming. I open the door.

“Ba-“ he stops me mid sentence with a breath-taking kiss. Viktor pushes me against the wall picking me up.

“Is this ok?” He stops searching in my eyes

“Yes please I need you” I’ve been wanting him to fuck me for the longest time.

“Do you mind if we go rough I need to let this anger out but promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you”

“I promise” he goes back to that mind blowing kiss. Viktor pushes my arms above my head and pulls up my t-shirt. He slides his hand down in my underwear collecting my wetness and using that to rub my clit. I exhale harshly and push my hips forward for more.

He pushes one finger inside of me. Then another. I close my eyes as he juts his fingers upward on my g-spot. My breathing becomes heavier and I take my arms down holding him in another kiss.

“I need you inside of me” I beg. He removes his fingers and sucking off my juices and trust me there were a lot.

V drops his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Viktor reaches down rolling it on. He’s as hard as a rock and bigger than I expected. He sinks me down slowly. It’s a little painful.

“You ok?” He stops

“Keep going all the way” He watches me as he continues pushing forward. Once he’s all the way inside of me I squeeze myself around him. He groans and starts slow. I’m finally used to him and I can’t the vanilla shit anymore.

“Viktor if you don’t drill my shit” I groan. He puts one hand on the wall and relentlessly pounds into me.

“Just like that” our bodies are knocking against the wall but my moans drown out those sounds.

“Look at you taking my dick so we’ll baby” he starts speaking in Russian and I moan louder. My hand moves down to his butt trying to push him further into me.

“I love the way that tight fat pussy wraps around me don’t you beautiful”

“Yes yes Viktor I’m cumming” he pushes my knees against the wall thrusting further into me. “Lemme hear you Y/N” he pounds harder into me and I scream in undeniable pleasure.

“That’s it” he grunts a few times as his thrusts become sloppier and slower.

Once we’re both exhausted he just stays inside of me.

“Was that too rough?” He asks

“No it was amazing. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I told my father either he respects you or I find a new manager”

“Viktor you didn’t-“

“I know what I have to do Y/N and I chose you whether or not he agrees with it”

I kiss him smiling “can you carry me to the bed I need another nap”

“Nap? Baby I’ve just gotten started” he carries me to my bedroom closing the door with his foot.

[perylinsus]

Rant

Rant Contents-

Perming hair

Dyeing hair

Cutting hair

Getting piercings

Body weight

Tattoos

CONTAINS ENOUGH HATE AND UN-NEEDED CRITICISM TO LAST MILLIONS OF LIFE TIMES.

Okay, so this rant is gonna be weird as fuck, since it's about my hair and some piercings, but listen as I start talking about my hair. It's weird. It's straight somedays, curly on others, wavy on the others, and a combination of all three, though most of the time it's straight. It's also very, very, very thick and oily. Now, being in the end of my 3rd quarter of 8th grade, I keep telling people at school that I plan on getting a perm over the summer, since everyone is counting the days till then. But when I say perm, I mean tight-curls perm. Not even curls, more along the lines of coils. But everytime. Every. Single. Time. I say anything about getting a perm to someone with wavy/curly hair, they complain about how hard it is and how it'll be so much harder for me since; I'm not used to curly hair, my hair is too thick and/or my hair is super oily. All I want to do is turn and just fucking snap.

The only fucking reason my hair is straight and oily is because of the lice treatments I had to go through. I had those assholes all up on my head for 5 years straight. When I was a kid, I had to straighten my fucking hair everyday just to get it to cooperate. When I was a kid, I was fucking mistaken for a different race. My hair has always been thick, it was always silky and soft and it was in tight ass curls up until I was 5 or 6. I've experienced curly hair my entire life cause my step sister adopted triplet girls with hair that was on the verge of being kinky, but was still considered curly. I do their hair every fucking morning to this damn day. I have since they were adopted at 3 years old and that was 8 years ago. I was in my first year of having lice (I took precautions to make sure they didn't get lice. Luckily, it worked cause they never did).

I wanna fucking snap when people say to not get my hair permed into tight curls cause I won't be able to take care of them. I take care of curly hair every damn morning, 4 AM sharp, listening to babies cry when I only get 2 hours of sleep cause of my damn homework. Everything's good. I cope now, I will always fucking cope.

Two more factors make the complaining worse. Before I perm my hair, I'm getting it colored. Again, more complaining. Things like, "You'll damage your hair!" Or "Why would you color your hair, it's already so pretty." I might be doing two different colors, they might be bright and because of that, I have to bleach and color my hair. Don't get pissed because I don't wanna have basic brunette bitch hair like you (that's aimed at one person, not all brunettes. I luh u). I want to die my hair because I can. I'll perm my hair afterwards because my cousin, aunt and grandma, certified hair dressers, told me it was okay. I'm tryna live my life so back the fuck up.

Next thing, I wanna cut it, too. Before getting a perm, but after coloring it, I'm gonna try and get an undercut. More. Fucking. Complaining. "Sweetie, if you wanna color and cut your hair, you can't perm it. It'll look weird. I've tried it." Bitch. Does it look like I care about what you tried. You're pale, skinny and you have some fake ass lookin blonde hair. I am, on the other fucking hand, a delicious hunk of chubby Mexican (I'm trying to love myself more. Don't judge me). Me and you, we're completely different. I have an ass, some tits and some fat around my waist. You look like a sheet of horny construction paper (that shit feels weird...idk what y'all feel like, I swear). People may retaliate with;

"I'm not saying you'll be ugly, I'm saying curly hair and undercuts don't go well together." What if my main goal is to look ugly? To put shame to my last name (that rhymed bruh). Idgaf what you think. I'm cutting my hair, I'm coloring my hair and I'm perming this shit. I fucking live for coloring my hair, I've done it for the entirety of my middle school life. I miss having an undercut. Living in Florida with some dark ass, thick hair is hard, so the less hair, the easier my life (less shampoo and conditioner too). And my curly hair. I want that shit back. I didn't hate it then, but I also didn't love it, but. I. Want. It. Back.

So, with my hair, back tf up. Now some piercings.

My uncle does piercings for people. Yeah, total fucking pothead, but he's chill and good at his 3 steady jobs. He said, once I get old enough, he'd give me good quality piercings. Because we moved away from him, down to Florida (that was 5 years ago btw. I had ear piercings then. I also temporarily moved up to Michigan for like half a year, when he promised me), he hasn't given me my piercings yet. Over a video call, since he's overseas helping a friend move into a new house, he asked me what piercings I wanted so when he got back (I'd be halfway through my first quarter of freshman year) he could give me my piercings.

As many as I want, for no price at all. He's self employed so it's no problem, however my face/head area is all he'll do. I'm okay with it bc that's all I want. I tell him, with my bff and her bf sitting next to me. Her bf has his friend with him so he can hear me too, obviously. I say both ears and lips, possibly nose. My uncle says ok. He asks me what kind I'm considering for my ears. I say; standard lobe, upper lobe, helix and industrial. That's another ok. Then for my lips. I say; angel bites, snake bites, spider bites or shark bites. Again. Another okay. Then he asks for my nose. I say septum or nostril but the nose piercings weren't definitive. Again. That's okay.

My mom knows about this and she's okay with it. I'm my own person and what I choose to do needs to be dealt with by me. I face my mistakes, or I suffer. I choose to take some pretty bad ending risks but I learned. That's always been my lesson and it won't change. Face the consequences. My bff asks if she could get the same deal as I did. He says no but that he could lower the price significantly. She says okay, definitely happy, and her bf asks the same, getting the same response as my bff (he's cool with piercings. He had some. He just wants more). Now, my bff's bf's friend starts criticizing us, specifically me. We hate eachother so it was expected.

But this asshole. THIS ASSHOLE. Had the audacity to insult me on my choice of piercings. He's anti everything. Anti gays, anti abortion (this one is agreeable), anti Muslim, he's HORRIBLE (his personality filters into this. Believe what you want but if your personality is too evident in your opinion, DO NOT TALK TO ME. Especially if you're stuck up). I'm learning makeup atm so he goes down that road and calls me an ugly whore who deserves to die on the streets. Nice. But...same thing with the hair. I WILL DO WHATEVER I FUCKING WANT TO. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR OPINION. Don't criticize me because I want to get tons of piercings. He went down the path of racism, too, and called me a typical Hispanic bitch. Rebellious and dumb. I have nothing to say to this other than get tf out of my house. I turn to my friends and tell them if they agree with him to leave with him. They're actual friends so they stayed but he had to find his way home in the pouring rain. Don't be an ass to innocent people cause Karma's a bitch.

Anyway, I was called a hippy, spic, typical druggie, shitty person and retard (this word isn't taken lightly in my family. Don't call people that shit).

You know what, let's rant some more.

I'm a chunky motherfucker. I way well over 100 lbs but I ain't too close to 200. I'm almost 14 and I'm kinda short. Still growing, but short.

I have lots of body fat. Obese, depends on your definition of it. Fat, yes, but I can still rock some tight clothes better than anyone else. I've embraced my body fat. Yes, I'm currently researching healthy, lemme repeat, healthy ways to get rid of it, but I've embraced it and I now tell myself I'm cute whether people like it or not. It's strange since I've never done it before but it helps with depression.

Anyway, I'm chubby but I'm working on it. I need to glow up to rock my bullies' motherfucking worlds. This dude, idek who he was, comes up, calls me fat and walks away. I turn around and yell fuck you or fuck off or some shit like that. I'm making my way to class and this other kid trips me. When I hit the ground, he screams earthquake and runs.

I get up and walk my way to class like a civil person. Eventually, my mom, who works at my school, has to take me to the hospital cause I couldn't get up and leave my class at the end of the day. Why, you may ask? Well, I had;

minor whiplash

a sprained wrist

Scrapes on my knee that were so bad, they'll probably scar

My day sucked before that so it only got worse. Besides that, the whiplash is gone, my sprained wrist is healing nicely and it's just my knees that are still fucked up.

All that trouble because some bastard wanted to fuck with me cause I'm chubby. Stop being dicks everyone, unless that's your nickname.

Finally, the last topic. Tattoos. My other uncle, the twin brother of my piercings uncle, is a tattoo artist. Game addict, too, but, like, srsly, unhealthily addicted.

Anyway, if I can't do college, I have a guaranteed spot as a tattoo designer in his parlor. I'm trying to plan for college so it might not happen but, you never know. Besides that, he gave me a deal. As many tattoos as I want, for no price. All because I'm his only blood niece.

I said hell fucking yeah (I got a shoe thrown at me for it). He said as long as I designed them, he'd give me them. Okay, not too bad since I'm a 14 year old with college level art. First, though, I had to tell him what type I wanted. I said I wanted tribal, illustrative and possibly neo traditional.

I have designs for my illustrative tattoos. One for each important person in my life. My older brother, my younger brother, my mom, my grandma, my bff and my 1st dog. I was gonna try and do one for my husband/wife when and if I get married but I was warned about tattooing names of people I'm not related to on my body. Again, I might still do it. Anyway, those are for my illustrative tattoos. Then, comes my tribal tattoos.

I plan on asking my bestfriend and my mom to choose from a set of Moon Glyphs, which symbols best represent me. Whichever common ones they choose, will be hidden in a tribal tattoo on my ribcage. I also want a tribal on the top of my forearm and a tribal band around my bicep. I may just get arrows on the inside of my other forearm.

Neo traditional will probably be a worn down banner with flowers that has a saying in it. In another language, most likely, but there'll be a saying.

Anyway, I told my uncles this and my tattoo artist uncle said he was perfectly okay with it. My mom was chill with it, too, so everything was good. Until my great grandmother got ahold of the information. So many vulgarities.

Anyway, don't be a shithead when it isn't necessary. Let people learn from their own mistakes when said mistakes are revocable.

Luv ya and thanks for reading.

[australian-desi]

Qurbaan Hua ~ Episode 2: Of Flowers, Doctors and Evil Family Members

Helloooo, I totally didn’t abandon liveblogging this show because of my lack of ability to balance my life and also because I really could not make myself do it, but now I’ve finished 1 year of uni and I feel like I should be able to do this now, but I also have a habit of starting things and not following through with them so we shall see how this adds up. Now that this self depreciating rant is over, welcome back to Qurbaan Hua a show I am watching just for Karan Jotwani, his face, body, mind and spirit. Also because it’s been a while since I’ve watched an extremely toxic man and wonder how this one’s gonna outdo the rest???? I need a better hobby. 

Also I will be liveblogging this episode, and the last week, coz otherwise, it will take too long, but I will make posts here and there if something aggravates me enough. 

So anyway lets get this show on the road 

Just a quick recap for me and the rest, we left off at the girl (whose name we do not know as yet), sitting in a bus next to Neil, who prayed to god that he would never see her again coz she’s a ‘teekhi as shezwan sauce’, to his utter disbelief his seat is next to hers, they have a spat over the window seat, and coz he’s assigned that seat, she gives in. After that some goons appear in the bus to kill her as she saved some kids from their boss, and Neil, in typical tellywood style, claimed her as his wife

Also Neil is a the token family disappointment coz he decided to become a professional chef rather than the head pandit, he has a sister that could give Anjali competition and she is also preggers and has a shady husband. 

Now we can truly get this show on the road:

I have truly forgotten how our girl got sindoor on her forehead but it is working towards this whole “husband saves wife” ting 

OMG I CANNOT THE GOONS DO NOT LOOK SCARY IN THE SLIGHTEST

Also she warned Neil that they are ‘very dangerous’ and he’s reassured her by telling her to play along

“Sorry madam humein bola tha ke uss ladki ne peela suit pehna tha aur kunwari thi, lekin aap ki toh shaadi ho chuki hai” LOLLLL SO THEY KNOW WHAT SHE’S WEARING AND HER MARITAL STATUS BUT DO NOT KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE, TF?????

“Haan humein shaadi ko 6 mahine ho gaye hai” “LEKIN BHAI-JI PICHLE 6 MAHINO SE ISSNE MERA JEENA HARAM KARDIYA HAI” loving this overacting ki dukaan and the whole ins and outs of their “marriage” that the bus now knows

The goon is even like “bitch I’m out”

omfg she’s trying to thank him, and he’s all up on his high horse. Just takes the thanks and move on, why you gotta be all up with the ego (also I’m not gonna post anymore photos or we’ll literally be here all day, screencaps will be back once I’m upto date)

And he’s calling her shezwan sauce again coz she’s always getting him into musibats and “shezwan sauce ka kaam hi yeh hota hai... seene mein aag lagana” ALSO FYI THIS IS THEIR SECOND MEETING SO TRULY WTF, (but I’m also here for this) 

ohhh sifaljiya means sar dard without ilaaj (aww they’ve given each other nicknames how cute)

HAHAHAH HE SAID SAME TO YOU AND SMIRKED

I like his sass 

So she’s come home after 3 months, to see her baba, who is overweight? and she’s his dietician because looking after your parents is directly correlated with sanskaar 

Also coz she’s smart she’s realised that she’s gonna meet him again so this would be enjoyable and she wants to get rid of all ehsaan he has on her so they never meet again 

basically I spoke too soon coz she genuinely thinks a simple thankyou will stop them from meeting again

And he’s gone

OMG I THOUGH THEY WONT SEE EACH OTHER BUT THEY DID SO OMLLLLL

Nice touch with the masjid and the mandir in opposing directions, and her turning away from him to pray and now they’re facing in opposite directions towards their faiths, I’m gonna guess that’s their major conflict 

ALSO WHAT DID I TELL Y’ALL IN THE LAST LB, THIS FLOWER WILL BLOOM BECAUSE OF THESE TWO, SO SUCK ON THAT NEIL’S DAD

Also welcome to the beginning of another toxic yet addictive ‘love story’

So her dad is a carpenter of sorts

Also he looks quite skinny so what was the fat shaming for?????

WE FINALLY HAVE A NAME - CHAHAT BAIG? 

No, he’s a gynaec and carpentry is a ‘shaunk’ 

Oh no, I see where this is going, god fucking dammit dave (yes I talk in tiktok now)

So she’s become his ‘doctor’ when he’s an actual doctor, also he’s asking her questions that a fkn year 7 kid would know the answers to 

And now they’ve ‘earned’ each other’s hugs how normal and sweet

She has come first in MBBS - I’m actually really proud

Also, I would like to give this show a shoutout for actually giving me a female lead who is more educated than the male lead. Like all the other shows I’ve watched, except for Kaisi Yeh Yaariaan (which I don’t consider mainstream ITV) and EDKV (but even in that Shravan was more educated than Suman), the female leads weren’t even college graduates and finally there’s one who has a MBBS. 

And we have someone named ‘Ghazala’ who makes it seem she is a sore spot for Chahat

And ofcourse we are back to the dramatic poojas and saying manhoos things to poison the dad’s brain against his own son

HOW MANY GODDAMN MANDIRS DOES THIS HOUSE HAVE 

What is this random relative, who sometimes cosplays to be blind, sometimes ties his feet together

Also why is this family so dramatic about him being a little late

What if mans had an accident, or he got hurt, or he died? But nah, mans is just disrespectful and hates his family and god 

There is not one family member maybe except for Anjali2.0 who I care for and she’s gonna die 

omg not again with this idiot calling her Sarasti and he’s been declared as the rightful next head priest

And ofcourse Shyam1.5 (coz he’s not as badass as the original), is going to be all fake and be like “noooo, Neil is the rightful owner of this position” etc. etc.

The dad is predictably blinded by his whole act and asking him how can he be so selfless 

Now we have cut back to Ghazala???? who has all these women getting her ready like its the 1600s (one of them is called Shabnam, which is my mum’s name so this is awks) 

It’s the heavy urdu and obsession of beauty for me 

She’s the evil stepmother.tm 

Why are these tv dads either sooooo dumb, soooo cunning or soooo dead, like can’t there be a normal tv dad who is alive and smart and loving 

like this whamen is playing him, and he’s a bloody doctor and he’s letting it happen

Also I ain’t seen itv female leads with alive parents, always one or both of them gotta be dead

LOLLL IN TRUE SNOW WHITE FASHION, THE MIRROR ON THE WALL (I.E. MAIDS) HAVE SAID CHAHAT IS 10X PRETTIER THAN HER STEP MUM 

It’s the mirror breaking and the Mrs. Baig, for me 

HAHAHHA SHE THOUGHT THAT CHAHAT WAS GOING IN FOR THE HUG, BUT SHE’S ACTUALLY GONE TO SEE THE NAME PLAQUE THINGY HER DAD HAS MADE FOR HER 

And the Kedarnath soundtrack is back 

Our mans has finally come, and picked up his sister, scaring her in the process

Awww I’m actually devastated that their killing Anjali2.0 off, I like her bond with Neil (no matter how co-dependent/toxic it may be)

Why is Ghazala, a grown adult woman, jealous of her husband’s kid, that is weird and creepy

I love the whole my name is Chahat Rahil Baig because without my dad, I have no identity etc. but does she not realise, that Baig is also given to her from her dad????

LOLLLL THE DRAMATICS OF SEEING SINDOOR IN HER HAIR (umm surely this isn’t that serious of a situation, she could literally just say idk) 

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this, I will be liveblogging here and there, but proper liveblogs will happen when I’ve caught up. I hope all of you are happy, safe and well!

[cyntgefel01]

This is gonna be long:

So I work at Marshalls, and there is this man who comes in with his friend at least 3 times a week. The dude (we gonna call him...Jay) is about 6’4, Honey skin, long dark hair, hazel eyes, a thick beard, a husky build, and he got the tribal tattoos, with a voice like Jason Momoa. While his friend (we gonna call him Tre) is 6’6, skin of mahogany, amber colored eyes, a fade with shoulder length braids, a goatee, and he’s built like a LB.

Every time they come in they start conversation with me, then they leave without buying anything. They would complement me on my hair, my eyes (I have the most normal brown eyes idk why people say they are pretty), my shoes, my nails, and even my nonexistent eyebrows. Like Tre would even say ‘I bet you gotta cute nose under that mask’. They go out of there way to get me to laugh.

Tuesday before last, they came in at the same time they usually do (around 3pm). That was the only day I didn’t close, so when they were coming in I was already in the back clocking out.

I left the break room, and something was telling me to buy some stuff for my dog. So I get my a stuff and go to a register, not realizing that Jay and Tre were at the register next to me staring me down.

(According to my coworker Jayla, who saw the whole thing, they were looking at me like this)

Anyway, I paid for my stuff and was about to leave until I remembered my mom wanted me to get her a drink. I get the drink and pay for it, then put my wallet back in my pocket. For some reason my wallet decided it wanted to be free, and it jumped out my pocket, and landed directly behind me. So I’m like WTH, then I reach down to get it and I see a hand get it before I can, and they hand it to me.

I look up and it’s Jay, I thank him and he says “You’re welcome pretty eyes.” Now I’m in shock, over here lookin at him like,

Then Tre comes up behind me and says “You need help taking this to your car?”

Y’all.....

I only had two bags.

I look behind the counter to see Jayla giving me this look,

All while mouthing ‘bitch you betta say yes, I’ll beat yo ass if ya don’t’, so at this point I had to say yes.

They get the bags and we leave the store, as soon as we step out I snatch of my mask because a bitch couldn’t breathe. I glance at them, and see them looking at me again

Tre says “I knew you had a cute ass nose under there” and at this point my knees start buckling. Then Jay puts his hands out to stead me and says “Her nose is cute, but she is beautiful”.

My mind, heart, and vagina:

We get to the car (did I mention my mom was in the car), they put my stuff in the backseat and said “see you tomorrow beautiful”. Then they kissed me on the cheek and proceeded to strut tf off with their bde.

My legs:

I got in the car and my mom was like,

“Who was that Cynthia? You gotta man, excuse me, TWO men and ain’t tell me? Ya daddy gonna have a field day with this one!” I legit cackled.

I get home and I realized they gave me their bags too, when I looked in them I saw it was snacks. There was a sticky note too, it said “For you, Pretty eyes.”

I also realized that I wouldn’t see them the next day because I was off for two weeks.

Tagging: @loveandcigarillos (because I used her pfp😂)

Okay...like...y’all? I’m...whew😅😅, um y’all I had a real life romcom movie moment yesterday at work and I don’t know what to do. I...

It really just clicked in my head what happened, and I’ve come to realize I’m hella oblivious.

But the good thing is I’m inspired, bad thing is I have no clue what to do about the actual situation.

[chatuoir]

catastrophic affairs, truly (chap 5)

chaps 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / on ao3

hello it has been 500 years since i last updated but the lovely AmelineAmira on ao3 wrote a fic inspired by this one? omg? and that reminded me that i needed to update (i had the chapter ready i was just being lazy)(thank u <3) so yall should definitely check that fic out but in the meantime here is another chapter lets get LIT (its like midnight goodnight)

Marinette is smothered in hugs as soon as she steps into the bakery. Her parents apologize to the customers before pulling her into the living room, clearly scared about her well-being. They'd heard about the attack on the news and keep inspecting her to check for injuries; she assures them that she's fine.

“Really, Maman, I'm okay. The broken glass didn't even cut me. I promise.” She says. Her parents exchange a glance before turning back to her.

“We’re glad you're okay,” Her father starts, “But what about the stuff we’ve heard about this Chat Noir business?” Marinette silently curses. Shit. The attack had distracted her from thinking of a good way to bring it up.

She takes a deep breath. Well. “I know this is going to sound really weird, but I can explain. The truth is... Chat Noir is my fake boyfriend.”

Her parents stare at her for a few moments, eerily quiet. Marinette stands there waiting for a reaction, but there isn't one. Finally, she starts again.

“So... Chat asked me to fake date him so Ladybug wouldn't think he was lying to her about him having a girlfriend; I felt bad for him, but I also thought it was really funny, so I agreed. We set up some conditions so this doesn't go too far, and I can opt out whenever I want.” Marinette sees her parents visibly relax a little, but they're still confused. At last, Tom speaks up.

“I think the only question I can really ask is... can I meet this Chat?” Marinette hesitates in answering. Fortunately, she's saved by a bell ringing from inside the store. Sabine goes to check and brings back a plate of cookies and friend- in fact, she brings back a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a superhero friend.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Dupain-Cheng,” Chat greets after inhaling a couple cookies, “I'm Chat Noir, but I think you knew that. I just wanted to say that everything that's happened to your daughter today with the akuma was my fault and I apologize. Did she tell you exactly what's going on?” He says in one spurt. Marinette gestures for him to calm down and breathe.

“It's fine, I told them.” She says. He looks noticeably relieved.

“I didn't want you two to stress out or anything, I mean, Marinette was safe during the attack, if you count being trapped inside a glass cat head safe. Which, by the way, I'm really sorry for-- I didn't think people would overreact to something like who I'm dating. Or, you know, in this case, fake dating.” Honestly, this boy doesn't know when to stop talking; Marinette’s almost embarrassed for him. Luckily, her parents smile at him warmly.

“Thanks for letting us know, Chat.” Tom says. “We trust that you and Marinette can handle this, but if anything starts to trouble you, don't be afraid to come to us. Both of you.” Okay, dad. We can't just adopt every guy I (fake) date. Marinette thinks.

Chat grins, nods, and takes a few more cookies. “Thank you for everything. Can I speak to Marinette for a couple minutes?”

“I'm really sorry about everything that happened today. If you want to call it quits right now, that's fine with me. I can ask Alya to take all the pictures off her blog.” Chat says.

“No, no, really, it's fine! You wouldn't believe how many times I've been in serious situations like today’s, especially with the amount of attacks that happen in my school. Seriously. I forgive you. And if it had really bothered me that much I’m sure I would’ve asked Alya myself. Really, I’m okay.”

“So... we’re still fake dating?”

“Duh. You literally just met my parents. I'm not gonna break up with you right now.” Chat breathes out a sigh of relief. Then he rubs his temples before speaking up.

“You know what I just realized? I don't have any way to contact you besides like this, face to face. Can I have your phone number or something? Wait, no, you might know the civilian me. What about IM? I'll make a new one just for you. Maybe something like, small x - big x - Mari’s - underscore - true - underscore - love  - big x - small x’, just to keep everything fresh.”

Marinette jokes. “Who are you, a scene kid from 2009?” They both snort at that.

“Like you have any better ideas.”

“Yeah, I don’t. Mine’s just my name.” Chat makes a big show of committing that to memory, as if he’s going to mix it up and find a different Marinette Dupain-Cheng somewhere on the internet. Marinette has to admit that he’s a pretty funny guy, even if he tries too hard to be cool sometimes.

A few minutes later she's shooing him out the bakery door while he salutes and blows a kiss. A couple customers smile; Marinette catches a few of them sneaking glances and laughs to herself. The fun has only just begun, she thinks.

It's past midnight, and Marinette knows she’s supposed to be on her rounds right now, except she isn’t really sure what to say to Chat as Ladybug after the day’s events. Technically, there was no way she could’ve helped him during the attack since she was quite literally trapped, but she still feels kind of bad. They’re supposed to be a team.

Marinette lays in bed for a while and listens as the city settles. There’s usually a couple cars left at this hour, and of course Paris is still ablaze- they don’t call it the City of Lights for no reason- but it feels eerily quiet and dark. I’m probably sleep-deprived, she thinks. Suddenly, her phone lights up and nearly blinds her. She fumbles for it and reads the notification.

New IM chat request from xXmaris_true_loveXx

Marinette has to smother herself with her blanket before she laughs too hard and wakes the entire city. She accepts the request and sees that Chat’s already sent a couple messages.

xXmaris_true_loveXx: hello my false lover (i hope)

i have a question

do you happen to be friends with lb or can you contact her

if so where tf is she?

oh shoot it's like 12:17 im sorry if i woke you up

She frantically types a message back, whispering for Tikki to get ready to transform her.

Marinettedcheng: hi chat no u didnt wake me i do in fact have a way to contact her i will tell her ur waiting & congrats on finding the right mari

xXmaris_true_loveXx: ok good i was just worried cus she wasn’t answering. get some rest you need your beauty sleep

Marinettedcheng: cant tell if thats an insult or compliment but thx i will see u 2mo

xXmaris_true_loveXx: wow i would never slander my fake gf </3... goodnight

“He certainly is a character, isn’t he?” Tikki says. Marinette rolls her eyes, her face shining from the glow of the city.

“Sure. Let’s get going. Tikki, spots on!” Marinette transforms at 12:20 and heads out to the Eiffel Tower.

-

It’s quite relaxing to be above the city in the dead hours of the night, with everything sparkling and the cool breeze rustling through the air. Ladybug finds her partner sitting on a ledge, lost in thought. She settles down next to him and they silently greet each other. It's awkward for a while before she speaks up.

“Hey.. so. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Again. For not showing up earlier today? But I was in a sticky situation.” He smiles softly and Ladybug catches it, his face lit up by the moonlight.

“I forgive you. Again. It's okay, my Lady. I promise.” It's still a little awkward.

“Okay. I just feel guilty. Like, all these people were looking up to me to help them and be their hero, but I wasn't even there.”

“But your trusty sidekick was there,” Chat says with a grin.

She gently shoves him. “Chat, we talked about this. You're my partner, not my sidekick. We're equal. We balance each other out, that’s kinda the point. Duh.” He lets out a short laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, you're right. Team Miraculous, am I right?” She nods, glad that the slight tension in the air is gone. The two fist bump before settling back into the silence of the night.

A few more moments pass.

“We should... uh... patrol now?” Ladybug whispers. Chat’s eyes widen.

“Yeah, yep, you're right, I’ll do the north side of the city,” He raises his baton and helps Ladybug to her feet, “See you in 30.” Then he does an Olympics-worthy dive off the side of the tower, extending the pole to vault to the next building. Ladybug snorts as he leaves. Show-off. Again, she thinks.

--

Ladybug catches a couple thieves before finishing her patrol; they’re some sneaky tourists who wanted free souvenirs, but they at least have the dignity to look guilty when she turns them in.

Chat is sitting on the building across from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Ladybug wants to laugh; he probably thinks his fake girlfriend is in there, asleep, not at all thinking about the crazy day they just had like he definitely is. She suddenly realizes he’s speaking to her and snaps out of her trance.

“So... did you hear about what happened to me and Marinette?” Ladybug snorts. She’d read his mind.

“Yeah, someone told me to check the Ladyblog, like, a half hour after you confessed to me.”

“Hmm. Seems awfully suspicious. You sure you didn’t expose me?” Chat interrogates, but he’s smirking. Ladybug rolls her eyes.

“Pssh. You probably submitted that post yourself, because you thought I didn’t believe you or something,” She jokes. He freezes for a moment, but she doesn’t notice. Biting her tongue to keep from laughing, she grins and adds, “But you do like Marinette, I can tell. I mean, why else would you be dating her?”

He nervously laughs but tries to play it off. “Yeah, she’s great. It’s going well. But hey, that’s enough about my love life. What are your plans for tomorrow? I never got to ask.” Shit. Uh, I’m going on a fake date with you in civilian form, while trying to keep it realistic enough so other people think we’re actually dating- but only until your plan of making me, as Ladybug, jealous finally works- which probably won’t ever happen, so, honestly, you tell me.

Later, she would wonder if it was the sheer amount of exhaustion from the day, the huge billboard right in front of her, or the curiosity of the cat (especially a certain Chat) which made her difficult situation a whole lot worse. But at the time, all she could think was to say something as ridiculous as possible so he wouldn’t ask any questions.

“I’m, uh, also going on a date. With.. um, the one and only, uh...” Ladybug drops her gaze from Chat’s eyes (which turns out to be an accident) and says with confidence, “Adrien Agreste.”

[kekepuaa]

Ladyblogging, part two

Summary: in which marinette realizes that the internet is a lot smarter than she thought and that the only way to protect her identity is to join the ranks. identity reveal. adrienette.

Notes: High-key bowled over by the positive responses I’ve received :’) Thank you for all the love!

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part two: soundtrack snobs [Previous][AO3]

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Ladybug Unknown, Paris, France.

Join date: 2016-04-16

Ladybug’s Official Blog.

--

F.A.Q.

1.) Is this really Ladybug? It says official for a reason.

2.) Does Chat Noir have a blog? Probably. 

3.) Who are you? I am Ladybug.

4.) Can I send you LadyNoir fanart/fics? While I appreciate the support, I’d rather not see it. 

5.) Are you single? Probably. 

6.) Are you ever going to tell us your secret identity? They’re called secret identities for a reason c: 

7.) Do you have a Twitter/IG/FB? Ladybug does not, no. 

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Marinette DC @littlestutterbug 645 Followers//210 Following 

Marinette DC @littlestutterbug [IMAGE] I haven’t slept in three days but tHIS DESIGN NEEDED TO BE DONE HAHAHAHA #fashiondesign 

Alya C. and 42 others liked your Tweet WALK WALK FASHION BABY and 14 others Retweeted your Tweet

Adrien Agreste in reply to Marinette DC @littlestutterbug wow marinette! that looks fantastic! :-)

Marinette DC in reply to Adrien Agreste @adrienagreste Thanks, Adrien :D

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It wasn’t the first time Adrien had tweeted to Marinette, but God, every time he did, the girl felt like she was walking on clouds. It was like clockwork: one sleepy Marinette posts a barely-finished design idea, people like it, Adrien tweets her, and Marinette inevitably spends the next twenty minutes waltzing around her room and sending incoherent texts to Alya.

“He said it looks fantastic, Tikki!” Marinette cried, side-stepping a small pile of fabric scraps, “Adrien said my drawing looks fantastic.”

“Yes, Marinette. I was there, remember?”

“But Tikki! This is Adrien!” Tikki could hardly keep her amused snorts down, eyeing her starry-eyed charge as she continued to dance in her room. The last time something like this had happened, Tikki was napping and was rudely awoken by Marinette’s shrieks of unbridled joy.

Sometimes, it was hard for the kwami to make the distinction between her lovable (but still flighty and just a little Adrien-crazed) Marinette and her lovable, brave, and still flighty and just a little Adrien-crazed Ladybug. The girl wasn’t particularly talented at keeping her feelings for the boy at bay when she was on the job, luckily, she hardly ever sees him in the midst of an akuma attack.

And speaking of keeping her feelings for Adrien under wraps while still transformed. 

“Marinette, are you sure this whole blogging business is a good idea?” Tikki hadn’t been able to voice her concerns before, as she was sucked up into the earrings before she could even make sense of what Marinette was doing.

All Tikki knew was that Ladybug had an Official Blog that was run by Ladybug herself.

Tikki wasn’t too sure if this was a good idea.

“It’ll be fine, Tikki!” Marinette reassured, lazily waving her hand at her kwami, “It’s not like I’ll be posting selfies regularly.”

“Last night, you transformed for the sole purpose of taking a selfie,” Tikki deadpanned.

“Details!” Marinette said, “It was for proof that this blog belongs to Ladybug. I won’t make a habit out of it, I promise.” 

Tikki knew Marinette, and while she did trust her to protect Paris on the regular from the one particular jewelry-obsessed villain, she wasn’t sure that Marinette would be able to run and blog and not give out too much information. But if Marinette said that it’d be okay, then she really had no other option but to have faith in her charge.

After all, what’s the worse thing that could possibly happen?

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Ladybug Posted: 2016-04-22

Subject: Blogging for Dummies

Hello, all. Lovely day we’re having, no? Well at least, it’s nice where I live. If you live somewhere where the sun isn’t shining or its gloomy/snowing/raining, then I’m sending some positive vibes your way. 

It’s been a few days since I’ve joined this blogging platform thing and I find myself at a disadvantage: what could a superhero possibly blog about without giving out too much information about herself. I’m sure Chat Noir is dying to fuss at me for creating this blog, but I’ll take care of that when the time comes LOL.

Provided that someone gets akumatized and I am forced to take a break from my totally normal life as a Parisian adolescent (you already knew that) and resume my role as Ladybug. 

I’m just ranting at this point, honestly.

I just wanted to give an update, say hey, and ask what am I supposed to be talking about on a blog that isn’t too revealing :’)

-LB

Comments:

Response to Blogging for Dummies Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: WELCOME TO THE THUNDERDOME

bugab00: HI LADYBUG! I LOVE YOU! Maybe you should blog about things you like? I’m sure there are plenty of people who have the same hobbies as you.

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Response to Blogging for Dummies Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: SCHEMING.

yoyomaster12: Did the Ladyblog put you up to this???? Or IS this the Ladyblog??

Response to SCHEMING. Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: Ain’t nobody got time for that

The Ladyblog: LMAO. Yeah, no. Also, LB: blog about whatever you want. That’s the beauty of it. People talk about their interests; topics that they could talk about for days. 

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Response to Blogging for Dummies Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: (no subject)

chatblanc: You could talk about what you and Chat do while you’re doing your patrols or your akuma battles...that way, you won’t put yourself in any compromising position...or you could give little snippets about your day to day life?

Response to (no subject) Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: POR QUE NO LOS DOS?

The Ladyblog: I second what chatblanc is saying here!

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Response to (no subject) Posted: 2016-04-22 Subject: If I had a hat, I’d tip it to that. Stay tuned! Ladybug: :-)

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Alya C. @theladyblogger #LADYBUG HAS A BLOG!!! AND I ACTUALLY TALKED TO HER ON IT!!!! [LINK]

LADYBUGGING TF OUT and 32 others liked your Tweet ChatNoirLuver12 and 4 others Retweeted your Tweet

Adrien Agreste in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger Do you really think it’s her?

Alya C. in reply to Adrien Agreste @adrienagreste I’m p sure its her. Though, we can never be 100% positive. Maybe she’ll blog about patrolling.

Chloe Bourgeois in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger @adrienagreste LOL she’s probably a fake trying to get everyone’s attention (1/2)

Chloe Bourgeois in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger @adrienagreste in that way, her blog kinda reminds me of yours, alya (2/2)

Alya C. in reply to Chloe Bourgeois @queenbee @adrienagreste LMAO DID WE ASK U?

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Ladybug Posted: 2016-04-23

Subject: Quasimodo deserved better

[Photo] 

Isn’t the Seine gorgeous at this time of the day? I don’t get to come here often with my schedule, but when I do...it’s probably my favorite place to think by myself.

Oh! Greetings from Notre-Dame! 

Fun fact: The Hunchback of Notre Dame is one of my favorite Disney movies (though if we’re being real here, the actual book is downright depressing.) Anyway, I spent the afternoon binging Disney movies and took a break after the Hunchback of Notre Dame to get some air.

It got me thinking: Do you ever think about the semi-adult themes that older Disney films used to have?

You’re not going to see some creepy old man exploiting his power to force himself on a woman in a Disney movie these days. Not that I’m asking for it, I’m just saying that it’s crazy how much Disney films have changed. Ahh, I wish I could listen to the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack right now, but y’know...

...it’s probably not safe to swing around Paris on a yoyo, especially from this height. 

I should probably go back to do some homework (the perks of still being in school...I’m being sarcastic), but this spectacular view beckons me :’) 

As a side note/closing: What’s your favorite Disney movie? Because I’m genuinely curious and I feel like the Hunchback of Notre Dame is slept on and it’s an injustice.

-LB

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Comments: 

Response to Quasimodo deserved better Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: Have you watched the sequel? Ugh. Garbage.

ladynoirTRASH: Would I be a biased Parisian if I said that I loved Beauty and the Beast?

Response to Have you watched the sequel? Ugh. Garbage. Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: YEAH THE SEQUEL DOESN’T EXIST

Ladyboogieoogieoogie: Gaston is literally the only reason why I love that movie. He’s so ridiculous lol. Are you gonna watch the live action?

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Response to YEAH THE SEQUEL DOESN’T EXIST Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: why are sequels even a thing lmfao

ladynoirTRASH: SKLDFAJASLKDFJJSA DUUUDEEEE.  so hypeeeeddddd for the liveaction!!!!!!

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Response to Quasimodo deserved better Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: ANYONE CAN COOK

rainbowquartz: ......i’m a parisian...whose favorite disney movie.....is...ratatouille....ehehehe.........

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Response to Quasimodo deserved better Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: TOPSY TURVY IS THE BEST SONG ON THE SOUNDTRACK

chatblanc: The Aristocats is hands down the best Disney movie ever. I’ll fight you on this, Ladybug.

Response to TOPSY TURVY IS THE BEST SONG ON THE SOUNDTRACK Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: are we not gonna talk about god help the outcasts? because...

Ladybug: Judging by your username, I’m not surprised. 

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Response to are we not gonna talk about god help the outcasts? because... Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: Nah. Topsy Turvy tops. chatblanc: everybody wants to be a cat~~~

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Response to Nah. Topsy Turvy tops. Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: BLOCKT Ladybug: Ugh have you been talking to Chat Noir?

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Response to BLOCKT Posted: 2016-04-23 Subject: The truth will set you free chatblanc: Wouldn’t you like to know, LB? ;)

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“Marinette, apparently Ladybug has the same favorite Disney movie as you!” Alya said the next afternoon. The best friends had taken their usual seats in their classroom, waiting for the teacher to arrive. 

“O-Oh?” Marinette said, mentally slapping herself for stuttering. She made an attempt at appearing indifferent, taking her time to big through her bag for her books, “She likes Mulan?”

(To be fair, Mulan was tied for first place with the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but Marinette didn’t need to elaborate on that.)

Alya cast her best friend a strange glance, “No, she likes the Hunchback of Notre Dame! That’s your favorite Disney movie...”

Ever the bad improviser, Marinette unconvincingly shrugged and dropped her things on her desk, “That’s cool, I guess.”

So convincing, Marinette she scolded herself. Marinette felt that should have seen this coming. Every little detail she’d release on her blog, she’d be forced to listen to everyone gush about it until the end of eternity. And, worst of all, if she wasn’t careful, people would start tallying up the similarities between her and Ladybug.

Movies were one thing--what if she let it slip that she was really a student whose name totally wasn’t Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The logical part of her brain that had yet to short circuit denied the possibilities of this happening, but that still didn’t stop Marinette from scolding herself.

She let out a frustrated huff and dropped her elbows on her desk, rattling the surface and sending one of her pencils over the edge, hitting the floor with a loud clatter.

The noise seemed to attract the attention of Adrien, who at this point, she hadn’t noticed was in the classroom since she was preoccupied with her own internal monologue. She flushed bright pink as Adrien bent down, collected her pencil, and returned it to her desk with a bright smile.

“Ah, thank you very much!” she squeaked.

“It’s no problem, Marinette,” Adrien replied. Instead of turning back to the front, Adrien alarmed her by leaning forward, momentarily catching her off guard with the green of his eyes. He tilted his head and continued to beam at her, “So, did I hear that right? Your favorite movie’s the Hunchback of Notre Dame?” 

“Yeah, mmhmm, I sure do love the Hunchback of Notre Dame! It’s great, like you!” she shook her head, “I-I mean, it’s great! It’s a good movie. Yeah!”

“I agree!” Adrien said, “What’s your favorite song from the soundtrack? I’m quite partial to Topsy Turvy.”

Alya scoffed, “Oh, do not get Marinette started on that. She’ll literally fight anyone who says anything other than God Help the Outcasts.”

“Is that true, Marinette?” Adrien asked, suddenly amused.

Marinette’s throat felt dry. She didn’t trust herself to speak, as the last part of her brain had just about short circuited from receiving so much attention from Adrien. She quietly nodded.

Chuckling, Adrien turned back around towards the front, just as the teacher walked in, leaving Marinette to her own thoughts. Ignoring Alya’s smug look, Marinette cracked open a textbook and buried her face in it, where she remained the entire lesson.

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Ladybug Posted: 2016-04-25

Subject: First of all, how dare you?

You know those people who can probably make whole civilizations crumble under the weight of their stare while remaining completely oblivious to their True Power?

Yeah. The absolute W O R S T. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna go crawl under a rock and die. 

-Resident Human Disaster LB

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Comments:

Response to First of all, how dare you? Posted: 2016-04-25 Subject: Y’KNOW IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, I’D SAY YOU WERE IN LOVE

chatblanc: I’m 99.9% sure you have the same effect on people.

Response to Y’KNOW IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, I’D SAY YOU WERE IN LOVE Posted: 2016-04-25 Subject: Bite your tongue, stranger internet cat

Ladybug: I’m 99.9% sure that YOU’RE A LIAR

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Response to Bite your tongue, stranger internet cat Posted: 2016-04-25 Subject: Denial isn’t cute, LB

chatblanc: you really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and tell lies?

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Response to Denial isn’t cute, LB Posted: 2016-04-25 Subject: YEAH, WELL NEITHER ARE LIARS

Ladybug: GET YOUR GARBAGE MEMES OFF MY BLOG OMG

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AAAAHHHHH OH GOD OKAY WASN’T EXPECTIN THAT BUT OK FINE

1: What are you wearing?im in tracksuit trousers and a mighty boosh shirt ayy

2: Ever been in love?yes ugh

3: Ever had a terrible breakup?yes, even more ugh.

4: How tall are you?5'7"

5: How much do you weigh?last I checked, 104 lbs?? but I’ve been sick so that might have fluctuated

6: Any tattoos do you want?I already have two (sloth on my right arm, three dots on my left ankle), but I really want like… a spaceman in space in a bottle with “it’ll all make sense again” on a ribbon around it.i want quite a lot of tattoos tho and I want the right side of my body to be in colour and the left side to be all in b&w dotwork

7: Any piercings that you want?again, I already have a few (left nostril, right bottom lip, two in left ear, and a stretcher in my right ear), but I want my right eyebrow pierced maybe a couple times and I want the cartilage of my ears pierced like. all the way down and I’ve been playing with the idea of a septum??

8: OTP?I legit can’t narrow this down to one ok it’s impossible

9: Favorite Show?right now it’s stranger things. but like, long term rewatchability it’s probably the mighty boosh just because it’s fucking insane.

10: Favorite bands?SO MANY um. the classic emo shit that I’m sure you expect from me (bmth, mcr, fob, p!atd, atl, and others), but right now I’m really into like. emotional folky music?? like bright eyes, the boy least likely to, pixies, mumford & sons, someone still loves you boris yeltsin, and like a ton more goddamn just add me on spotify

11: Something you miss?I… don’t know??? probably mardy and mick right now. I wish I could see them.

12: Favorite song?aaaaa right now you don’t know by kaitlyn tarver

13: How old are you?18 years and exactly 3 months tomorrow

14: Zodiac sign?leoooo

15: Hair Color?naturally I think it’s like. really dark brown/almost black but it’s dyed pastelish green rn

16: Favorite Quote?homosexuals are not interested in making other people homosexual. homophobes are interested in making other people homophobic (stephen fry)

17: Favorite singer?DODIE DODIE DODIE DODIE DODIE

18: Favorite color?red/black, but then like… separately, pastel yellow/blue

19: Loud music or soft?separately, both.

20: Where do you go when you’re sad?I hide in my room

21: How long does it take you to shower?like 5 minutes. unless I’m dissociating, bc then it can legit be 3 hours.

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?15 minutes on a good day! but it takes me about 3 hours to actually get out of bed

23: Ever been in a physical fight?quite a few!!! I only started one of them tho and I think a lot of them can be considered beat downs instead of fights

24: Turn on?people just. being. adorable.

25: Turn off?PEOPLE BEING DICKS THERE AIN’T NO NEED FOR THAT

26: The reason I joined Tumblr?originally? fucked up shit, but that was like 7 years ago and I was a dumb suicidal abused 11 year old. but I came back for the fandoms

27: Fears?not much??? the dark a little, mannequins, dolls, puppets, but only in real life. polystyrene, balloons, and bad quality felt pens tho? get tf away from me

28: Last thing that made you cry?flashbacks.

29: Last time you cried?yesterday.

30: Meaning behind your urleLEVEN HOPPER IS NON BINARY AS HELL FITE ME

31: Last book you read?im re reading IT rn bc I’m motherfucking trash !!!!

32: Last song you listened to?sleeping with a gun under my pillow - the boy least likely to

33: Last show you watched?stranger things 2

34: Last person you talked to?irl? mum. online? eddskaspbrak

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?oh shit who did I last text// it was my step dad I had to edit this in my drafts for that

36: Favorite food?frozen sweet corn and pickled gherkins (separately)

37: Place you want to visit?Canada??

38: Last place you were?my… room??? like I’m there right now???

39: Do you have a crush?HFJFNKFKF I DON’T KNOW MAYBE WHAT ARE EMOTIONS

40: Last time you kissed someone?ummmmmmmmmmmmmm I have no memory but I’m gonna assume it was my last ex so like. a month to 2 months ago maybe

41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?my mum was being low-key transphobic

42: What color underwear are you wearing?I had to check but blue boxer briefs w/ red spots

43: What color shirt are you wearing?black

44: What color bottoms are you wearing?black

45: Wearing any bracelets?I got my fit watch and a dodie tour wristband bc I’m trash

46: Last sport you played?????????? I do not remember but probably boxing if holding the pads and flinching wildly counts

47: Last song you sang?seasons of love from rent

48: Last prank call you remember doing?I??? don’t know???

49: Last time you hung out with anyone?irl… halloween night bc Charlie came round and we watched movies and I’ve been sick since

50: Favorite movie?OH GOD UM I’m gonna like. do a few??? so the nightmare before Christmas, the rocky horror picture show, o brother where art thou, it (obvs), and deadpool